Where are you, he who loves me like you love no other? Why has it taken you so long to come to me? Do you think of me as much as I think of you? Wondering what your touch will feel like, wondering what your lips will taste like. Come to me and let’s run through the fields of life and let’s make memories that only you and I will share.

Bring back to me the memories of sharing hearts and desires. Bring back to me the joy of just being held in strong arms. Once again, let my heart sing with joy at the thought of you just being in the same room with me.

I pledge you my heart, my devotion, and my love. Together, we will walk through the golden years of our lives knowing that we have been blessed again by having someone to love in our lives. Come to me my beloved and let’s explore life together.

Written by Sherry     02/03/2009

Feb 18, 2009, 12:05 am

Failure is never final
No matter what they say
Just remember to get up
Get started on your way

Sherry
2/17/2009

Mar 25, 2009, 1:51 pm

Gosh it seems like a long time since I have really journaled or posted a lengthy bulletin. I have been so busy with sick grand babies, then the daughter. They finally got over the flu and someone got an ear infection and was miserable there for a few days. This past week we have been in revival and it has just been awesome.

God moved in a big way with manifested healings and salvations. The revival was only meant to last Saturday-Sunday night, but the power of God was moving so strong, they extended it to this past Thursday. After a few days off, revival starts up again Sunday. Anyway, that really was not what I was going to talk about.

Last Saturday (21st) I took my middle grand daughter to a power tumbling competition in a town about 1 1/2 hours from us. She did extremely well seeing how she has only been tumbling about 3 months and this was her second competition. She placed 1st on the floor exercise and 4th and 5th on the trampolines. We were well pleased. We stayed around and watched the rest of the competition as her private teacher was competing in the Advanced Power Tumbling. All was well there as well. So we started back home.

I finally got to where I could get back on ! 75 and the traffic was more than a little congested. The right lane was moving really slow because of a school bus, so I looked in my side view mirror to see if there was any oncoming traffic in the left lane. There were, so I waited until I could see no traffic, looked over my shoulder and I put on my turn signal to go into the left lane to pass. I started moving over into the passing lane when out of the blue a vehicle appeared out of no where. I swerved to the right not thinking about the traffic in the right lane, only trying to get out of the way of the vehicle I was about to hit. I can only ascertain that the vehicle was in my blind spot and I did not see it.

As I swerved back to the right, the van started to fishtail and only God could have took the wheel to keep up from going into a spin. It literally felt like the van was going to turn over. I was going about 65 when I swerved back into the right lane of traffic. I don’t know what happened to the traffic behind me in the right lane because the vehicles were lined up behind me when I went to get in the passing lane.

I thank God that I did not get scared during all this time. Granted it happened so fast that I hardly had time to get scared. But God and God only kept that vehicle from turning over or me hitting the other guy or them hitting me. They were going at a much greater speed than I was and they did not slow down, move over, or try to miss me at all. I had my three granddaughters and my daughter, their mother, in the van with me. We could all have been in the funeral home tonight, except for God. I owe it all to Him and the angels that He sent to protect us from harm. Thank God for being God and thank God for angels He sends to protect us.

Cry For The Children

Deep within the chambers of their mind
Lie deep dark secrets they hope to never find
Though they’re ever lurking on the surface
They don’t want to know their evil purpose

There’s no gain from reliving hurtful deeds
Done by those with their lustful needs
How can one abuse an innocent child
Perhaps their tortured minds are wild

Cry for the children, hurting everywhere
Cry for the children, lost in pain hard to bear
Cry for the children, who only want the chance
To live a happy life and enjoy the dance

Innocence stripped like torn wallpaper
Flesh ripped and torn by a vicious raper
Huddled in a corner, shivering and cold
Disheveled, lost, wanting to be bold

Bold enough to say, what did we do to you
We only wanted love, yet you abused us too
Will we learn to trust, or ever love again
How long must we pay, for your ugly sin

Cry for the children, hurting everywhere
Cry for the children, lost in pain hard to bear
Cry for the children, who only want the chance
To live a happy life and enjoy the dance

Written by:
Sherry 1/27/09